20 yrs ago I took my three sons to see Gord at The San Diego Fair. They'd heard his music all their lives, but never seen before. So this is their first concert experience w/ Gord.
My sons were then 15, 13, &11. All 3 grew up in Spokane. They'd spend the summers w/ me at the beach in Balboa.
Due to a rather bizarre string of events, (I still look on it all w/ wonder,) I'd come to know Gord a bit thru a TV guy in LA I'd worked for.
In Spokane (and everywhere,) punk was again going strong. My 15yr old Rainbow-haired son drummed in The Vampyre Lesbos. He didn't really listen to much folk music then. My other two boys were climbing the same ladder as their brother (albeit w/ natural blond hair.)
So we found seats in the grandstand of the race track (aren't all Fair concerts held where the ponies race?) and enjoyed the show. Now, the boys knew most of the songs just from hearing them so much across their lives, but they still sat still - eyes rivited on the stage - ears wide open.
When it was done, my oldest said, "Dad, ya know, it was kinda nice to just sit back and here him sing his songs. No show. Just sing. That was good." All 3 agreed (punk to the core still, bu)t under GL magic.)
We went backstage for a bit and Gord was kind enough to pose for some snaps w/ my boys. Just as folks all over this site have said, "GL was gracious."
There were other concerts and other snaps, but that was their first.
Now my sons are 35, 33, & 31, residing in Maui, Bellingham, WA, and Japan - respectively. They still know the songs. We sing 'em when we're able to be together.
They particularly like my attempt at The Yarmout Castle.
Punk is behind them (w/ exception of the tattoos,) and Gord's still there.
Generations, Gord - Generations know.
Adios,
The Rez
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It was a Beautiful Rainbow
A Beautiful Time in my Life
A Thing to Share
A Time to Care
To Be Alive
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